Mallorca

My parents did the right thing and bought a house in Fornalutx when I was four. Every summer spent in Mallorca was blissful: building camps with friends in the torrent, leaping from high rocks into the waters of the Port de Sóller, listening to the donkeys clop up the steps of Calle del Monte. Nowadays it's what I took for granted then that transfixes me most: the mesmerising night sky, the Tramuntana glowing like coals at sunset, the timeless terracotta hues of the stone houses and the deep azures of the Mediterranean. And each time I return, there's something else that enthrals me.